flowers for a mechanic, guitar – 01_28_13

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me and mark

me and mark were hanging out
    ( mark’s a pretty cool dude )
so what mark did was he
took a baseball bat and hit my
head as hard as he could

I’ve spent a fair amount of
time in pain since then, but
I’ve got a good friend in mark

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soap is not a contribution

contributions to the world come in a
variety
    of variations
    … such as

the stout variation

which is a contribution comprised of heftily
weighted
    … compositions

each composition is well known for
compatibility with volt intensive arc-age,
    not to be confused with the capacity to
    inhibit much ideology and pressure
      … that is an unrelated contribution variation

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woman screamed

she screamed.   she screamed
      so loud: “aaahahaahaahahhahhahahhhhhhahhhaaaaaahhhhhhahhhhh”

I mean you can hear it, right, by all the letters that I put in the word
I mean you can hear those letters
can’t you, the letters represent her scream

.said  “don’t use that glass that is on the counter
aaahahaahaahahhahhahahhhhhhahhhaaaaaahhhhhhahhhhh.
I drank my orange juice out of it this morning
I haven’t washed it
it’s been sitting on the counter all day
it is dirty”

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the breaking of man

the quasi note displayed
on front of the chamber

it was being promoted,
    spelled really,
by people only apt at working the
dead stiffs, and others only
ready for the tambourine

Empty though I be, I stood
from my rowth balcony seat.  Then
remembering
my past    I realized that
not who cares if the note be quasi
and if they who present it Be not ok
to present even quasi things, and
quietly I just sat back down

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traipsing to the sunshine

See, me and the sunshine don’t do no good together.

you see, he always came around with this all-right
kind of presence
and that gets the better of me
    anytime,

but it don’t
do me
no good punchin, he being all those light miles out of reach

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Dirty Bugs Summer Tour, the

“take a look Donny! looK ! take a look for yourself, you’ll see what I’ve been sayin … look”

So Donny opened up the Summer Guide to Happenins Around Town , but it wasn’t there. Donny’s a good guy – he didn’t want to make Ralph feel bad …

… later that day
“Donny!!! WHAT the are you doing!?!??!??!,” asked Ralph.

Donny had destroyed all of the equipment of Ralph’s rock band, and then said: “I guess it doesn’t matter about the Dirty Bugs Summer Tour, now, does it Ralph?”

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when I got finished I took a picture

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ferocious children mock haikuist

a haikuist that
became estranged from his friends
said O no … please no

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here’s a jam from the internet … I don’t know why

URT leet

ard narndtnit nart tol set
art nar capacity to turn out
a hit song for the summer
nort jzuln forl urt leet
raelt raelt lyeTseet seedt night
live in the round with orlrov,
liv roven tu a-eet lyeTseet, urt det?

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making love while eating mexican food

“that was one fine tamale”
“and that was one fine cigarette”

the woman and man had made love while eating mexican food

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the indians are a part of the problem, true

the indians were outside the fort
there were 100′s of millions of them
they brought their catapults
and batterers to push down
our walls so they could enter
and maim

I told my wife
   get the big gun
she was bitter that I had told her what to do
she told her friends that I was abusive
she was angry that I didn’t give her
   a chance to decide on her own

it’s not sad that we died
it’s sad that we died beside one another

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tie onto the floor

the deliciousness of a juice

             was

  all the woman needed to
bring the child’s friends and birthday party
            to a place and way she

       had hoped    from her childhood
that
her
kids
would one day have … bicycles and
            tracking MUD
             through the kitchen, and
         her
            husband throwing his tie onto the

            floor, wrestling the kids, throwing
       baseballs with the kids
                            ( not yelling because
                                         of
                                         shattered windows)

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old wore time

it was my years sowin oats I
   made all my money
sumtimes I got paid checks twice on fridays
… it was my alpha personality    Ruff!

… the girls,
        but I
shouldn’t talk about that here

Things just get older when you move slower
That’s the way tIme works
Rheumatism,  bloody feet -

WAIT! hammer time
oh we could dance
the girls would dance around us snapping their
fingers high up in the air. Fruits! (laughing
to myself)

oh we could dance
       but
we had the money. …. the shooes.
we’d buy drinks, spill darts in the beer

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not my barn, leave me alone

it’s been a while
since the old days got dogged by death
 guitar strings flappin the car door
leavin scratches at a 120 miles ph

“fast,” you yelled, “round the curve!”
girls hair kickin their clasps, ponytails spraying
 doom doom doom doom doom
it’s been a while since we rubbered the wheels unto the curb
hitting barns and chickens in the field

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they finished their dinner later

good heavens

said joe

Dinner was served on the table

the graft was more than it should have been

everyone continued to eat through several conversations

no one whistled.
because that would’ve been not right.

they finished their dinner later

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8 heathers

8 heathers lost their eyesight on a
weekly radio show -

it was not a talk
radio show I must say
but
a complicated art performance whereby
personalities
heralded
brush strokes and glue.

And that was why everyone cried -
because who could use the glue
because who could pull the oil
as
on the air there were heathers, 8 I tell you…

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advancement came to the welsh

advancement came to the welsh
from a staging post beyond
a green meadow’s edge

where
trees and a bog
tested
swordsmen,

woodsmen,
makers of crafts. But
the welsh made forward through the difficulties,
and the … … are the welsh the same as the irish

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do you deal with butter

do you
deal
with
butter        …     ahh’hem,
yes,

“deal with butter” – what does it mean
                                                 ?

Do you deal with butter
do you measure it
do you open a refrigerator and
               be
       glad:
that you have it

when you are closing your night eyes
to enter tou your sleep do you know you do not
have butter for your tomorrow bread all day long
do you wonder when you can go to the store again
do you see your family and know you will share
       ration three knife scoops

you wont need to run your oven
this     week
cause there’s nothing to melt

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I had an under garment

Because of time
I went ahead and got rid of that old pair of underwear

they had been around for awhile
    bought some years back

they had had holes in the threads
even back before more than a year  but now
it was actually tuff to work them up
- they’d rip just a little bit if I’s
   not slow and easy pullin

It’s not to be so much a surprise
about how long I’d had them
    sometimes it’s just hard to get
    around to gettin those kinds of
    things Now
it’s time to go on and put them
in the garbage bin

I’m not sure about tomorrow though
not sure what I’ll do
hopefully I’ll get around to gettin another
pair sometime pretty soon

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my woman

today was a great day.
I went to
    the

        store to get a couple
        of
beers. The 3 or 4 ladies that work
there were there. That’s all it needs.
It’s a small store in a little neighborhood.
A good writer could write
about those ladies
                                  sure nuff

But one way or the other they’re
friends I’m sure. They’ve probably
been workin in there since when eden was
still whole-sellin vegetables and produce.

My woman been workin too, got paid today
so I’m celebratin
            got me some beers
2 of them, generic. They’re warm. The
store saves itself some money by just
dry shelvin the generic beers.

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flint rock party

“But Jeremy crapped on the toilet seat mom. Jeremy did it mom.”

It seems that every time I churn out a good idea I am also ’bout to get simultaneously encouraged to absorb not any bad habits. Anything maybe. Habits that I never have thought of or thought to be essential. Jeremy should have his butt kicked for crappin on the seat. Crappin isn’t difficult.

“Jeremy, this mess was awful to clean up. You see, Lamar, how tense the whole house gets to when a thing like this has to be dealt with. You have to really know what’s what. Not everything needs to be thought of Lamar, but a bad habit like crappin on the seat should never be.”

I am Lamar. I dreamed a something once, in the evening as I layed in bed, and the excited dream stood me to my feet. By the time I was to the den to tell it, the neighbor’s dogs began barking so loud that the nighttime quietness was disturbed: “You would think that those neighbors dogs would be thoughtful enough not to bark into the evening quiet. Lamar they must be barking at you (laughing). Everything is all right – go on back to bed and leave quiet evenings as quiet as can be.” Like I have anything to do with the barks.

So many things are good and well. So many things are peaceful as hell. So many things happen when I wish they wouldn’t have. Only the dreams I churn out make me want to live. But there does every moment get added bad things to the churn.

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The streets had room for me to go walking. They were gloomy, reputedly poetically described, and gray. Chumps kept aggravating me. Not for any reason. Maybe I didn’t like the jersey they were wearing. But I needed to deconstruct one; my life has frustrated me.

I had started avoiding life’s people by waiting til dark when I can’t see them. The actual sun does feel good but it’s better if I wait til night. And of course in the sunlight flint rocks are so much less fun, but in the dark… now I’ve things to work with.

I did a combination of cuffed hand hoots and strikes of my flint rock. Friends of mine let me in the door. Overall the underground has a quiet existence in our city. Most at this party don’t even realize what they are attending. It’s just a party with clowns doing rain dances. Fraternity people laughed in their cumber buns and sang ‘houa houa ha hooray hey yeah whew’ and toasts flew as fast as flint rock lightening. We’ve made them pay money at the front door.

Then I saw a flint rock strike go off at the other end of the gallery and I gladdened. I struck mine and so did we all. The partygoers were amused at our neat lights. A boy with letters across his chest raised his beer and yelled. Stupid. He’s what we expected and were looking for. We festively greeted him and welcomed him and told him to find his friends: “Hey man, you get your buddies; we got the killer shit back in the back dude.” He was like yeah all right.

As the door to the back was still shuttin the skins kneed the fratty fellows hard in the stomachs and smashed their heads a little bit. These were acts uncalled for. However, the fraternity boys were grasping real life drama.

I had designed the guillotine. The chainsaw was strapped securely to the pole; it was cranked and ready. I put my head in the cinder block head strap; I took hold of the grip of the three legged table’s yank chord, and I prayed that they would one day come to understand.

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brooks and moss

The sorrow          (YIKES)
The sadness        (OYKS)
The continuance  (UH!)

…
I wrote that poem after a day searching and
hunting the al qaeda leader in caves behind
shrubs along the appalachian hills. (EMPTY
HANDED)

2 ju-ju beads though;    A hippy girl away from
university on a saturday; Nice sounds of brooks
and moss splashing; cnn cameras continued to
follow me even though I told them the
search was a misguided hunch and wasn’t going
to give me any results. (TURN THE CAMERAS
OFF)

The drive home                  (TIRED)
The hippy chick in my lap  (NAKED)
The rumor                          (HE GOT AWAY AGAIN)

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Sally. The Children.

“There’s no chance with the frozen ice conditions.
The mosquito eggs died off – that’s good, but
other than that we’re in trouble.”

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green army men sat on his desk.

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the clock behind him on the wall.

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Sally.   The children.

Every thing was infinite
and everything was zero.

Helicopters ran into each other. The pilots burned.
Safety Ropes
Safety Harnesses
hanging, in flames,
singeing
Rotating full speed : propellers : ground. Dead men. News
helicopters; rescue helicopters; observation planes;
birds soared til their feathers plucked out by
force air, fierce ire, oga-door oga-door.

Sally. The Children.

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big sounds at the fair

if you really want to understand a crash
    you have to
    pay focus to the
    sound
    of the crash

      cause

that’s really where the power’s at
example one time this
old lady crashed and all the people in the grandstands
went OHHHW pretty much together
    it was real loud and
of course
the old lady couldn’t survive that
It was just too loud in the crowd

but that’s how you do it
judge the crash damage by the sound
  I learned that when I was in
      physics
  when I was younger

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black bands bordering bright swatches

“I’ve already decided on yellow:
   - sunshine yellow!”

the fight grew from there.
I tried to explain
the science and explanation of
the theory behind the thinking
and practice of streaking dead
black bands bordering bright
swatches to gain more
drama and enthusiasm
but she wouldn’t hear it

We’ll eventually paint the
wall yellow and it
will be just exactly what you expect it to be
a yellow wall

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review of the movie Shawshank Redemption by lisa alcatraz

the movie Shawshank Redemption

was a movie

it lasted a specific amount of time

you can use your stopwatch

to measure that time

it was a good movie

there were definitely characters in it

some of them were black some

of them were white

but they were all actors

I don’t recall any actresses

did you ever watch this movie shawshank redemption

did you think it was a good movie

do you recall any women in the movie

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the floating car

sirens                         sirens     sirens                   sirens

ns     sirens                                  sirens     sirens sirens

sirens                sirens                sirens                 sire

“….OVER there…”            ”…yeah – Oh-kay    Hurry…”     “wait, is he – hey? – is he…”

“… -ppened so quick …”   “ōōhhh CErtainly they’re on their way now…”

“… THEY’RE On the wayyy…”            ”…itWAS – real quick …”

“… yeah , they’re on their way.” “… happened so quick; i’m not sure > that man” “…blanket!…”

“… -omeone’s ggoooNNNnnne too get it…”                    ”…is he okay…”

“yeah, sir – he just, he jus-t went across the hood of My car and then he kept goin’ on – very fast, full speed … yeah …” “… the car just came out from nowhere … it all happened very fast, yes…”

“… -ppened so quick- threw him up into the air…” “… nothing he could do…”

“… nothing he could do…” “…saw the car…” “…eh – yeah, who saw – yeah, hey – YO, heyyy…” “…” “hey, yes – the car was floatin’ right up in the air there- he was looking straight ahead though, never saw it up above, and the car dropped down RIght in front of him; nothing he could do… nah – nuthin’; yeah he hit the car with full speed; he got thrown up and his head caught that street sign up there… his feet got slung around … … his poor head came back around along behind his feet and just got nailed by that car with the busted windshield and blood.”

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have seat

if yyou weree runninn around witthout nno place to go, I mean,

don’t liiie … what wwould a fool do??

sit on tthe couch yeah all right you come up wwith,

bbut that aint truue no no and I set youu straighht.. here’s why:

there is not a couch in this room

there is not a couch in that room

there is not a couch in aaany room

so don’t appproach the crowwd and the worlld that can L -

isten while believing and while trusting a half-felleened proverb

of ‘patience young friend, patience’

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the words of corn

the words of corn are not oft wise

But there are

days   deep beneath the sun

kalamazoo is a friend of mine

where girls dance for new

boots and hOpe of romance, knee high

and suede, because leather

wears out and loses its shine

“uuh tango … tango hunny: get me

the flyswatter would you, and be a deer.?”

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melons and toast

I got computer monitors on top of the trash dump sittin out back; just lift them up and set them down yonder and you can have access to all the leftover material in the dumpster; you’ll see the things you like: broken futures, purple burgundy, blue-dead red time;

pause

Oh I don’t know what you say about electronics; my job is that of a seller; I don’t inter-mediate with opinions, flagrant notions, or jam and butter encouragement;

but, all that said, get what you need and clean up after yourself;

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explosion

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google Fritzgard

what’s the chance
that a bunch of punks will
                        go
to the old parking lot near the
bijou, collecting rocks

to force down the throat of a local governor
wailing about yavva

They might’ve read the
sign that rusted a decade
ago, with thumps from rocks
for generations:

it says no overnight parking and no
weapons or alcohol

it’s dark and it’s night and
they’re walking and they wear
bandannas and read Fritzgard like its a
bible. They pause when

a car with lights shining goes by, and then read
another chapter

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meadow fresh full of children

me and all these children
– we’re running around in freakin circles
– and the autumn air is correctly fresh

there is no game that we are playing
these freakin kids don’t realize that
we’re supposed to have a goal
– to have a challenge
– to have a standoff of some sort

they just run and laugh like freakin idiots
I get caught up in it
– the madness of it
– O’ my shoes get stupid grass stains

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a first-hand account of the pulitzer (adult content)

The beatniks were popular in the 1950′s; I met them all; they were boring; most of them did not know their alphabet; I had to teach them their ABC’s: ‘a’ goddamnit, ‘b’ you stupid motherfucker, ‘c’ you yagged boozer, …; They didn’t learn!

most of them were over-rated; two of them could not even go up one flight of stairs without getting winded; can you imagine that? how can you write prose if you can’t get to the top of a flight of steps without losing your breath; it’s just stupid; it’s just ridiculous; it’s just hard to believe; it’s just rough and rocky traveling!

I hate the beatniks; I murdered them; I killed them; I told them “wswerfweR”; two of them did not have automobiles but instead some prose!

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toast boat 05

sitting wood-fresh at the day-strong table, flipping

catalog pages of dog trinkets: sweaters and bell-shaped chew toys, on the

pasture deck straddling a windy delightful decision to finish

the season which began, and will finish, the way they do whenever they

translate, nicely, months and generations both;

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an indicator of malnutrition

wept salt on a toasty bun

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Mega-Crane – Flowers for a Mechanic, guitar – 01 28 13

new … some mistakes, I like the arrangement

the floating arm

“yup … he got him that way”

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“hmm, water can burn you I guess”

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“… was he with alone or had he had the company earlier in the evening”

“huh?!”

“…”, an agreement.

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“I’ve heard he fried of the anxiety before he got the burn’t.”

“huh!”

“…”, an agreement.

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They each then took some time to silence. No one spoke until the one finally had to acknowledge what that each one was afraid of:

“They say that the boiling water was carried in a aluminum pot”

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“the arm carried it?”

“…”, an agreement.

“huh.”

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“did it drag upright, from its elbow, and that would be how it carried the pot of water!?”

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Their fear is deterring the acknowledgment.

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“The arm came floatin’.

“around the corner at up about 4 ½ foot…”

“… some say it could’ve been more alike 5 ½ or 6 foot up …”

“huh?!”

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“…”, a good many of all ‘em gave an agreement.

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“What he do when the arm went to dumpin’ that water into the tub”

“…nah, no one can know that for certain – I would’ve stood up quick as hell!”

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“… that way the water would’ve only burnt your feet wouldn’t it have?!”

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“Yeah”

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“Uh-huh - … … that’s most likely the best way to defend the arm’s water torture”

“most say that’s probably what he did do.”

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“- what - …… - ummm … … what about what happened to the rest of the man in the bathtub…”

“What abouT the rest of the man in the bathtub?!”

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“ how? the rest of him fry ”

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The dangerous question made everything tense again.

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“… what! was he doin’ in the tub?”

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“they say he was washin’ the dead skin off his soul…”

“then the arm fried him with boiling water?…”

“…his feet and ankles at least; his own anxiety might have fried the rest of him.”

The little boys screamed. And the campfire burned merrily merrily merrily all night long.

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sand

come on,
    you gotta admit -
            if you’re gonna get killed, then
              dyin on a motorcycle when you’re
              flying like hell is
              pretty
              cool

or gettin eaten by a grizzly bear … or
a lion

or a shark, like a great white mainly;
    any of the great beasts really

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the soul don’t spit

how long is the road

the road, what road

how deep is the pit

the pit, what trench

how curvey is the soul

the soul! the soul don’t spit

how sandy is the coast, how sandy …

O’ the coast, what a coast …

how turbulent are jets?
how uncomfortable are small spaces?

small spaces, what seats

how indeed is this it
how indeed is this it …

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wreckage in the flatland below

wreckage debris lain in
blocks and girders long, dusts of
cements settled upon

… and we didn’t discuss it

a glass window in a trailer
looked out upon the wreckage and
God sat up there.   I finally

tatted on the pane glass

“Lord, my credibility has no value
and my self is questionable. But I feel
I have cleaned up the all-little cracks that
foreshadowed this
    ALONE, and now years gone by.
please say that I can stand reasonably
and decent, humble, and yet expect her to do her
part
    finally, that it will again stand
and it will smell like her and…” God interrupted: ‘You’re
being a bit melodramatic there, aren’t you boy!’

And I said, “Dude?!” At that point God
ran his hand through the pane glass
and smacked his open palm hand flat into
the fore-nose of my face, leaving it ugly
like the wreckage in the flatland below

kraba laba ceeba

how many weapons do you think
were used in the wall breaking
  - sometimes wall breakings are called
    wall removals -
but regardless, how many weapons
  do you think?

ARE YOU a respondent and bear
  w/ you a number 43?

WELL THEN who do you think you are?
do you be an artist of brush or
  be you a dog handler with
  leash and coffee decanter both in
  your hands?

how about the walk past the
madam of BUTTERFIELD PLACE …
  how do you respond: indifferent
    or bored, else?

you see now, then, your own relevance
to questions such as posted on
topics like wall breakings and
weaponry

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toast boat 01

The boat had to go somewhere
if it didn’t it would still be sitting here

its’ getting lost is unexpected
you would expect a trip to a place
and then a trip back

or a trip to a place and a new time
where delighted people would join in time like years later

but when the boat left the dock no one was disappointed
so don’t be disappointed today
the boat must be somewhere

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mrs. zimmerman’s saffron

me and my brother donny used to run in the summertime. it

was good, the smell of air
        and little old mrs. zimmerman’s potted saffron on her porch.

donny would knock on her door and talk a hundred miles an hour; he would tell her

about catching crayfish down in the creeks and sexual couples behind the skating rink.
        ( old lady mrs. zimmerman liked his stories I believe but that one )

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.
I guess I was too young
to know for sure, but I have a feeling that
she had lost the man in her life;

she never said as much to donny but herself talked about

the sock hops and the elvis and the being so special that she got to go behind the

soda fountain where the soda jerk poured smiles and syrups.

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mucked and coated with window glue

  frozen
                    aloft a boat
               aloft where-withallness
aloft a dimestory, a cinch for
Eddie, but a spear in the knee for
another man,

groping the bitches and
quoting the whew ha, clowning with
Ellen, her sweet
    tall
      spikey
        high heels visually
challenging the lucky drab, mucked and coated
with window glue

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ole nanny in “An Elevator Metaphor”

ole Nanny and everyone walked up to the elevator
…the elevator has glass doors
…glass doors are kool

a couple of things to keep in mind
…Nanny’s mind doesn’t process the way it used to
…Nanny’s mind doesn’t work the way it used to

the glass doors are
cool, as you can see
through them and see
the elevator car go up
and down w/ people; you
can know when the car is
arrived and when it isn’t you can know that too;

but ole Nanny is where I hope to be one day:
…senile and alive

so the elevator bell rang
and the glass shaft doors opened …
and I saw that the car isn’t arrived error O’ err,
and that the shaft is empty
downward
to
the fourth floor
where the car is arrived …
and remember that granny’s mind doesn’t work the way it used to.

Everyone saw Nanny’s step one,two and yet no one knew
that they were seeing it; everyone knew that the
elevator was in a terribly dangerous and liable glitch;
everyone realized Nanny was going to fall

she landed on top of the elevator car!

on the fourth floor the passengers didn’t hear the hit on the
roof, but felt the shaking of the car and Nanny lay on an
industrial component that is part of the pulleys and cables and
dark shaft dust; she’s not dead – this story is going to have a happy
beginning with Nanny and kool glass doors and an
ending with Nanny and recovery, support, and ascension.

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new song … Mega-Crane – the_breaking_rockies, guitar – 12_02_12

the end is not figured out yet but I think the first few minutes are something

new song: Mega-Crane – In The Desert At The High Noon, guitar … 12/16/12